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Every time Omi comes for a visit we usually take a few trips down memory lane.

It’s been three years since my grandfather Opi passed away and she recently confessed to me that the more time passes the more difficult it is for her to accept that he is gone. After all they were married for 66 years. They were always arguing and Opi was constantly teasing her but after so many years they were still holding hands while walking on the street and if that is not love in old age, I don’t know what is.

Last Sunday while I visited her for the last time with the kids (she flew home this morning) my mom gathered a few family albums from when we were still kids.

My father, a passionate hobby photographer, took beautiful pictures while we were growing up. Here are a few:

me and my first dog Josef, 1981

siblings

My mom getting acquainted with the new member of the family

still shocked after my first hospital visit (I was running in the hallway while holding a glass and I fell and the glass broke and cut my wrist)

mesmerized by the snow

fashion in the 80s: no comment

my mom, always a child

one of our few pets

always in character

I never understood the sock and sandal combination

nope, no talent there

neither there..

we used to go on long walks up the mountain with Josef on Sundays, always tried to get out of it, never succeeded

I can imagine what these pictures mean to you. Did you ever consider making a book out of those pictures? I’m collecting all the pictures my parents ever made – unfortunately some were lost and some damaged after a move – but the rest of them are still in good condition (but dias, so the colors are starting to fade…). I’ll scan them and see what I can do 😉

Oh my lord look at you absolutely stunning – not that you aren’t now, that last photo T is is beautiful and you made my heart go awww especially knowing your first pups name was Josef – the same as my Pop. xxx

Thank you Larry.
Yes, a lifetime.
I usually have mixed feelings when I see Omi. Happy and lucky that I still have her in my life, sad that she lives so far away, nostalgic about the old days, worried about the fact that this might be the last time I see her. You know?